NO FUTURE

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It's been two days since the little mirror was handed to her, since she was shot into a dystopian dreamland, which apparently held the earths future in its hands. Emmy glanced at the mirror again, for about the 50th time that morning. Her reflection was not there, which meant that the world she was in right now had not turned into reality. (yet) She had been placed in a small, chemical white cell room which contained only a small, also chemical white bed and a red plant. A plant. Not even a toilet, or something you could deposit your body waste in. Shit. Emmy thought. I really have to pee. She got up and walked/ran to the door, which did not have a door handle. Great. She was about to start pounding on it when there was a knock from the other side. The door slid open and Emmy had to quickly step back to avoid getting squashed. A tall figure appeared at the doorway...

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